Lacey Bloom Nude Novels & Stories

Layla stood up straight, her feet pressing against the ground and her perspective shifting made her realize… She had recovered, she had transformed back! She quickly ran to a small pond nearby. Flickering sunlight filtered through the gaps in the dark canopy, reflecting on the water's surface. Her beautiful reflection was clear in her eyes. A young woman with long black hair flowing down her pale shoulders. Her deep blue eyes, as clear as the sky, hid a familiar sharpness. Her lush red lips seemed to whisper a seductive invitation. This was her, Layla of the West. But she was even more beautiful now than when she was in the West. Could it be because Bridget had taken good care of her? She wo

Barefoot, she padded out to the hall, a slim, casually clad figure in skinny jeans and a striped navy and white sweater, her vibrant long hair restrained in a braid that hung halfway down her back. She pronounced it numbly, shattered to find the leading character in her daydreams in the flesh on the doorstep. ‘Why didn’t you answer my text?’ I’m afraid I didn’t have an answer for you at the time. Lucas was so close to Layla that he could tell she was wearing no make-up and the sheer glow of her creamy cheeks and bright pale green eyes knocked him flat. She was even more beautiful than he remembered, and a fleeting memory of her pale hands stroking down over his stomach gripped him, resulting

"Lily, what the fuck are you doing?" Aiden growls, turns out he was the person approaching us, "Cover yourself now.” "This is a nude photoshoot, I have to be nude. Since when are you two such prudes, huh?" I ask and the attention whore side of me is loving having their eyes on me. At the same time. Once upon a time, Virgin Lily dreamt about this situation... but those dreams ended a lot more dirty than anyone could imagine, "They said I'm so perfect, I don't even need much make up."

“Well now we have no idea who they are or where they were taking that woman. Nice going, Charming.” Layke opened his mouth to bite back, only then suddenly noticing her naked body below him. His mouth opened and closed a few times as he struggled to formulate a coherent sentence. Instead, all he could focus on was the milkiness of her flawless skin, the perkiness of her breasts as her pink nipples hardened from the wind brushing against them, the way her toned legs were parted exposing her clean-shaven core. It was only when his eyes trailed down her legs, Layke saw the droplets of blood pouring down her skin. He quickly removed his white shirt, holding his hand out for Belle to stand before

Turning the handle, he pushed the door open without announcement. The scene that greeted him was unexpected, and for a fleeting moment, even Colden's unflappable demeanor faltered—though only inwardly. Layla was just stepping out of the en-suite bathroom, her skin still glistening from a recent shower, wrapped in nothing but a plush white towel that hugged her figure like a second skin. Steam wafted from the open door behind her, carrying the faint scent of lavender and vanilla from her bath products. Her dark hair was damp, cascading in loose waves over her shoulders, and droplets of water traced lazy paths down her collarbone. The towel, knotted precariously at her chest, ended mid-thigh,

And with that same grace, he quickly and efficiently stripped naked before her. Even locked in her panic, Lacey had to gasp in awe at the fabulous condition of his body. Strongly but not grotesquely muscled, he was a perfect blend of power, strength and long-limbed elegance. His skin was a glossy toasted gold, and though his chest was smooth and hair-free, his pubic area was densely flossed with black. Completely nude, he knelt down beside her and pressed the full length of his bare body against her clothed one.

She buried groan as she ran her fingers up and down her privates. The sight of what was happening in front of Lucius in particular had lifted his spirits, and he was eager to have a taste of her. Darius's cock quivered as he saw Layla’s nakedness for the first time in his life. Layla's hair and slender figure set her apart from any other naked lady he had ever seen. She had an embarrassed look on her face and wore her hair down. Her hips had the smallest curvature. Her little pink nipples were erect, and her lovely, perky breasts were little b-cups. Her tummy was smooth and level, and she had a cute little patch of light pubic hair atop her mound that she called her bush.

Maybe he would have an explanation for it. Sighing deeply, Layla stepped back into the shower and shut her eyes closed, enjoying the comfort it offered. Her eyes were still shut, even when she heard someone walk in. She immediately snapped her eyes open as she turned to see Nolan standing at the door. Completely naked, his disheveled hair, his tattoos, his biceps, and then his huge….they were all so tempting and inviting, at the same time intimidating. Layla realized that she was naked also, she immediately became embarrassed and wrapped her around her chest in embarrassment.

Then the floor creaked under my foot. Caught She froze. Then her eyes opened. Straight into mine. I flinched. “I, I was just going to the bathroom.” Layla didn’t flinch. She stood slowly, robe falling open further. Her breasts were round and bare, nipples stiff and dark. Her stomach curved into thick, perfect hips. Her thighs were slick with arousal. “You were watching me,” she said. I opened my mouth to deny it. But she stepped forward. “Come here.” “Mrs. Greene”

Her dark brown eyes were kind, Layla was mesmerized by them. Layla smiled, "I would like that too, very much so." Zoya happily clapped her hands together in approval. Layla noticed that the tips of her fingers, including her fingernails, were stained in a deep burnt orange. Against her gorgeous soft brown skin, the stain stood out. Along her fingers were intricate designs that looked like ivy weaving over her hands. Layla had never seen anything like it before. It was gorgeous.